Her Filthy Professors

I turn, Erik’s cock slipping from my mouth to see Warren’s eyes closed as he empties his milk deep inside me.

The second he finishes, Daemon lifts me and I go willingly into his arms.

I pull him in for a kiss, our tongues dueling. When I turn back around, I find Erik on his back in the middle of the bed and Daemon setting me on top of him.

Erik grips his shaft. “Slide down on me, baby. It’s time.”

I feel Warren’s sperm dripping down my thighs. I don't know the protocol here so I’m a little hesitant.

And it’s perfect.

I’m panting, my skin tingling with anticipation.

Erik smiles warmly, his hands on my hips guiding me over him. “It’s fine, baby. Take me inside you. We’re all one here.”

He strokes himself, and God he’s so hard and thick. Precum drips from the tip and I can’t help myself. I lean down and suck him clean before gliding over top him.

“Wicked little thing,” he groans, eyes wild with passion. “I like you greedy for me.” He takes my hand to join his and together we stroke him from base to tip in slow movements.

I guide the head to my swollen lips, still throbbing from his friend’s claiming of me.

I take every inch and groan, feeling him slide into me, his friends cum still buried deep inside.

Behind me the bed dips. Daemon, he’s kneeling behind me.

His dark eyes hold mine and I know what is coming next. I’ve secretly craved this, wished for it on New Year's night. And now that I feel ready, I’m not scared of the unknown.

Erik and Daemon glance at each other, something passing between them unspoken.

The bed dips against and it’s Warren coming to kneel beside me, cock in hand.

Holy crap, he’s still hard and every inch glistens with my release. I blush, smiling. I look down. “Are you not satisfied?” I ask in a whisper.

He cups my cheek, raising my eyes to meet his. “This is how you’ve had me for two years.”

“All of us,” Erik interjects.

“It’s going to take more than once or twice to ease the ache I’ve been living with.”

What did that mean? I see heat and fire in his eyes, but there’s something else there too. Truth. Sincerity.

But focus is ripped from me. Pleasure roars through me and I’m left breathless once again. Unable to think, only feel. Erik grips my hips and pounds up into me. He slams home once, twice and I’m creaming all over him.

This is wild, untamed, unrehearsed. There’s no way I ever want this to stop. But I have to remember I get one week. It’s my own damn fault. My stupid inability to not worry. For once I want to cut loose, not care about responsibilities.

My heart pounds. Blood roars in my ears and renewed hunger stirs to life like I didn’t just live through the most powerful orgasm of my life minutes ago.

Strong arms wrap around my waist and I know I'm safe taking every hard thrust Erik gives with Daemon there to hold me steady.

Never in my life have I had something this wild happen to me.

Warren winds my hair around his hand and drags me forward to lay over Erik’s broad chest. In this position my ass is primed for anything Daemon wants and damn does he look hungry.

Erik pulls out but I'm not left wondering why.

Daemon takes his place, pumping his massive cock into me so deep and hard Erik has to hold me down.

One final pump and he’s gone, Erik right there to fill the void of my clenching pussy.